K.S.Subramanian Subramanian Poems

The memorable day is ever lost
In the welter of memories; until I
wake up with a start to a scurry of
warm wishes from the near and dear.
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Away, away from the zealous crowd
nosing down on the need in front -
a shack to cozy up, closing eyes to
all and sundry but its own matchbox mind;
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The dark shadows dripping with meanings,

or a vacuum eating its own vacuity?
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On its feverish pace to fortune
the city sheds its last dregs of soul;
Every avenue a gateway to Mammon
a piece of land a stage for mafia's role.
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Recast the web

I slip into the nest,
and await the harvest;
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Termites and the clone
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Men lay rolled up in their cold blankets,
women awaited the slow-breaking dawn;
Little Joe relished the scent of early breeze,
glided through the dark like a gay swan.
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The pendulum swings;
between life and death.
the stream on its wings.
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Every moment looking at Ann's tender eyes;
they squirmed as if smitten by the nail;
Who will share the agony of parents
pushing the wheel chair of an ill-fated girl?
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The day I tied her the knot
I was serene; no tall dreams,
netting castles on purple streams,
Just tug on solid bed the ruddy boat.
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